"But you will ask me, Angelique, to
the wedding, will you not? If you do not," continued she, "I shall
die!" and delaying her descent as long as possible, she commenced a
new topic concerning the hat worn by Angelique.
"Mischief that you are, get down! The Sieur La Force is my cavalier
for the day, and you shall not impose on his gallantry that way! He
is ready to drop," whispered Angelique.
"One word more, Angelique." Louise was delighted to feel the hand
of La Force tremble more and more under her foot.
"No, not a word! Get down!"
"Kiss me then, and good-by, cross thing that you are! Do not keep
him all day, or all the class besides myself will be jealous,"
replied Louise, not offering to get down.
Angelique had no mind to allow her cavalier to be made a horse-block
of for anybody but herself. She jerked the bridle, and making her
horse suddenly pirouette, compelled Louise to jump down. The
mischievous little fairy turned her bright laughing eyes full upon
La Force and thanked him for his great courtesy, and with a
significant gesture--as much as to say he was at liberty now to
escort Angelique, having done penance for the same--rejoined her
expectant companions, who had laughed heartily at her manoeuvre.
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